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Strange day
Strange day yesterday, with mask-making. Champagne to celebrate JC's return to the studio, followed by a day of sitting looking at my faces in boxes. (That's probably a strange statement, but I'm not going to explain it). I couldn't think, knowing that Minuku-san was going to come at five o'clock to make a mask. Coffee. Cigarettes. More coffee. Setting up, then at a few minutes to five, up shows Minuku-san, wordlessly. A joke about his beard. (JC asking, "Is facial hair a problem?" Me answering, "No, I just shave it off." A laugh from those assembled.) Making the mask. Dinner at India Palace. None of this is saying what I want to say. But I can't ever (can never) say those things, I don't think.
More lies:
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